Blind Date's
62. I'm yours, you're mine.
...62. Tragic Fate...
Arriving in Jakarta the day has changed. He asked the taxi driver to drop him off at one of the skyscrapers.
Slender.
His steps continued to swing according to his heart. Towards his apartment unit which was at the height of the twenty-fifth floor.
Arriving there he realized when he entered the key several times, the key that was put into place did not fit. So that made him frown.
Sasmaya took a step back. Staring at the door of his unit that looks changing color and shape.
Since when did the building manager change the door of his unit? Why there is no confirmation first to him—as the rightful owner.
He rubbed his forehead. Forced to return to the lobby to ask for explanations to the apartment management parties.
In the lobby there were only 2 security guards. He approached. Showing identification and access card of the building. Asking why his unit door changed without his knowledge. Even had time to compare with other units are still 1 floor the same. It turns out that the other unit still uses the original old built-in door.
That is, only the door of the unit is refurbished. So, why the manager replaced without permission. And prior notice.
“About that I don't know, Bu.” the clerk looked at his friend who was standing next to him. And the response of the other officer also shook his head.
“Terus I can not enter dong!” he was disappointed to hear their unsatisfactory answer.
“Later we ask the management. If now ...,” the officer sees the watch on his arm. At 4 a.m. “Definitely won't be lifted if we call him.”
Sasmaya. Dismissed already his desire to live temporarily in an apartment. There is no other place besides this apartment.
Want not. He turned his heels forced to leave the apartment and return home. But just a few steps the officer attacked.
“Mother Sasmaya!”
He looks.
“I forgot, if there is a message from Mr. Rudi. If Bu Sasmaya wants to enter the unit, the key is left here.” Mr. Rudi is a building manager. The officer approached and handed me an access card. “Then about the replacement I do not know. Can only trust to hand over the key,” he added.
“Good. I received. But I also need a description of the replacement of my unit door.”
“Good, Mom. We will tell Mr. Rudi. To be fast-actualized.”
He left the lobby. Back to the unit. Although in the mind, want to immediately get a response from apartment management. But given the impossible time, while he was put aside. Right now, he only wanted to rest his heart, mind and body that was extremely tired.
During the train journey from Solo Balapan Station to Pasar Senen Station, Sasmaya did not sleep at all. Although his eyelids were forcibly clenched. Even his mind wandered. With regard to the failure of her marriage.
The smartdoor lock was open when he attached the access card given by the security officer. Without suspecting anything. He rushed in. Just keep a suitcase. Shoes off. And lay his body on his back on the bed.
Finally ... with his eyes closed he could straighten his back. Stretch out both hands. Take a deep breath. Slowly remove. Unfortunately, again the shadow of the man came.
“I'm starting to be interested in you.”
“I would like to book for the next 1 month.1 day can be counted as 1 month, with terms and conditions. You accompany me.”
“Sasmaya is my future wife.”
“Because I love you.”
Grain of liquid coming from the corner of his eye detached.
“I can’t do it. I can't marry Sasmaya. I won't be able to marry.”
His eyelids opened for a moment. Blurred vision. He cowered. Changed position.
“It turns out that after love was present, still can not make you marry me,” he said softly with tears that fell back.
...***...
“How is Gama condition now?” ask Affan to Lyvia. The psychiatrist who opened the practice in the city of Bandung came because of his call.
“The intensity of his fear is rising,” Lyvia said. “I'm sorry. Her marriage had to be cancelled.”
“I think with the therapy you've been doing all this time, he's cured.”
Lyvia clucked, “You think I can magic. Bim salabim ... instantly disappear in an instant,” his lips.
Affan thinning lips. Raising shoulders. “Who knows.”
“If some time ago I told her to write her hierarchy of fears from a score of 10 to 100. He wrote down the number 60 on the wedding vows as the trigger for his biggest fear. Then just now her fear level of marriage vows had increased to 80. That means I have to go back to the previous stage of classical conditioning therapy. Now ... the condition is calmer.”
“What did he ask about Sasmaya?” ask Affan.
“He would be very sad if he said that name.”
Affan took his breath. Then puff up the armour.
...***...
His head still felt heavy and dizzy as Sasmaya forced him to wake up from his sleep. With a heavy heart he grazed his feet to enter the bathroom. Even if he knows. Today it's still the end of the week.
Pushing the bathroom door. The light immediately lights up. Wash your face in the sink. Snatching towels neatly stored on the cabinet shelf next to the mirror. Slowly dodged his face. Looking at his face there.
Knee folded.
The tail of his eyes probed around. Suddenly he was surprised and immediately twisted his body to make sure his visual senses were not wrong.
Why did the bathroom change?
The translucent glass door. Ceramic walls turned to light ash. In line with the shelf where toiletries are stored.
He turned his body back.
If there used to be no boundary between the toilet and the shower. Now there's a partition of glass. And he just realized that the bathroom door was also changed glass.
He rubbed the door. Get out of there while closing it slowly. Along with the lights out.
Then back in. The lights are on instantly.
His visual senses caught a remote control located in one of the shelf drawers.
“You don't know how?”
He pushed the yellow button. The glass becomes blurry. He pushed another button. The lights turned dim. Press the yellow button. The glass returned to view.
Why is the design of the bathroom similar to that of the man? Since when did the management replace all facilities in the unit?
The next surprise was when he came out of the bathroom. Interior designs ranging from living room to bedroom, mini kitchen, curtains, even sofas, the whole change.
He even had to make sure to leave the room. If he got the unit wrong. But according to the number listed on the wall and as he remembers this is the apartment unit on the twenty-fifth floor belongs to him. Not wrong anymore.
For the sake of disturbing curiosity and certainly disappointment. He also contacted the apartment management.
Initially, the representative of the management of the company said that he got a gift as a wedding gift.
But he replied, “Honey once, if it's true then I will accept. Unfortunately, I am not married. And will not get married anytime soon. So I will not accept the gift. So you don't make it up.”
“But, Mbak ... This gift is indeed special for Mbak Sasmaya.”
“Sorry, I can't take it.”
“Tapi—”
It cuts quickly. “I can report the building manager who is not professional. Even without permission to enter my unit. Renew the facilities in it secretly. That includes breaking the law,” threatened annoyed.
Although now the unit looks new and seems luxurious, still he will not accept it.
What if the person in the name of the gift has ulterior intentions? Money laundry, ruse, then it turns out just as an ad property agent.
“I just don't allow. I feel aggrieved,” break it firmly.
“Brom-a, Ma'am. It just so happened that Mr. Rudi had just come. Maybe Mr. Rudi can explain.”
“I do not need clarity, if in the end the reason from the manager is unreasonable and seems arbitrary.”
The voice from across changed. “We apologize, Mbak earlier for this inconvenience. But we do this because of someone's request.” Mr. Rudi explains.”
He asked, “Someone?” forehead shrinking.
“Iya, right. The person renovated the unit on behalf of Mbak Sasmaya he said as a wedding gift.”
“Can I know who, Sir?” tanyanya. Only a few people know about their wedding plans.
“Actually .. I can't say it now. But for fear of misunderstanding, fine .. I will say.”
He eared.
“Name Gama Putra.”
After contacting the manager. He took pictures of the interior of his unit from several angles. Complete. Detailed. Then send it to someone by email.
“I think the interior design needs to be replaced with a new atmosphere.”
“I will bear all. In the beginning of this apartment custom interior. The need for marriage. And ... all your needs. That's all my responsibility.”
“And you keep doing it. Even though I said no. At least you designed it percis like your room,” he said annoyed and disappointed.
Anything that concerns the man is getting clingy. At first, he wanted to calm down here. Without the Gama or his memories.
His phone was ringing loudly. Sinta's name shimmered on the screen.
“Sas ... lo where?”
Indeed since his departure back to Jakarta he deliberately turned off his phone. He forgot to tell his best friend the cancellation of his marriage.
“Sorry, Sin. I'm ...”
“Gue is in Kemuning. And lo in Jakarta. Tega, yes, lo. Less wide what try my shoulder to make you lean?”
Surely the mama and her eyes have told Sinta the failure of her marriage.
“Gue early in the morning to catch the plane so quickly come here. But you go to Jakarta not tell me. Your phone was hard to contact last night. Less far what I came for lo!”
He accidentally turned off his phone. No one wants to contact him.
“Sas .. I want to cry with you. I ... do not want to cry alone.” Sinta. “Gue ...” Pause. Sounded Lea voice, “Mama kok angis. Aunt Sas napa?”
He rubbed his wet cheeks. I don't know what the mother and daughter were talking about there. Just heard, “Lea follow dad first yes, Mama want to talk to Aunt Sas.”
Choosing to open the balcony door. There is a minimalist swing. This must also be part of the renovation of the man. In this case, wouldn't it be even harder to forget. Slowly spread his body.
“Gue again in front of the house eyang lo. All of your family and Mr. Sofyan and his family also gather here. And you're there. By ourselves. Without me...”
Today should be his happy day. Tragically, the fate of her marriage must run aground.
“Sas .. I agree with your decision. Delay it for the good of all. His kindness. Your kindness too. If today should be postponed, I am sure one day Mr. Gama comes by himself. No frills matchmaking. Asking lo.
“Gue sure, Mr. Gama needs time. Need lo.”
Non-rigid. He had just heard Sinta's rant.
“Sas ...”
“Gue Unsure, Sin.”